You arent an icon
of pastYou arent an opaque flash forwardYou are the fragments of looking glassBroken, but reflective

We have yet
timeTo rend our garmentsTo look out the windowDid destiny change its mindTo empty the eyes of
despairOverboundanceWe have yet enough time

And I am not your godBut weak and imperfectAlthough I can be your
humble monasteryWhere you may depositDoubts, anger or reveries

Dont recede towards an abstract spaceBefore the time
prescribedBefore this compulsory separationI can show you the charm of ordinary dayElementary colorsLeave your dreams of
solitudeFake misanthropic realityLets enjoy the true presenceIm a sacred vase with divine breath